The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 339 I will not yield to power and violence

The young man killed a few thugs and then walked towards the laundry with a few others.

The laundry shop owner was already angry about paying an extra cent and then working for several days for nothing.

When the gunshots rang out, he looked outside and was startled.

Other people in the laundry shop also ran out to check, but he chased them back like chickens. He hid behind the counter and peeked out with his eyes exposed.

Then he saw several people getting off the carriage, killing all the foreigners who were collecting protection fees, and then walking towards him. He was even more afraid, fearing that they would come to cause trouble.

As the men approached, the laundry shop owner's eyes widened.

These men, wearing decent clothes that were clearly out of place in this neighborhood, turned out to be Chinese.

Then, when he saw a face that looked familiar yet unfamiliar, his eyes widened even further and he wondered if he was seeing things.

"Uncle, didn't you say you were doing well in Chicago? Why are you in this godforsaken place?" A young man put his hand on the counter and said with a smile.

"Ashu? Is it really you?" The owner of the laundry shop looked at the young man in front of him with disbelief.

He was wearing a respectable gentleman's suit, a soft hat, and shiny leather shoes.

The most important thing is the posture when walking, the spirit between the eyebrows and eyes, and the confidence in the bones, which are completely different from before, and are also the reasons why he dare not recognize her.

"It's me...where's my aunt? Is she inside?" Ashu looked inside.

"Did you receive the letter? Why are you here? But you...you..." The laundry shop owner looked at the somewhat unfamiliar young man in front of him, and found it hard to imagine that the person who just shot and killed someone was his wife's nephew!
At the same time, he said worriedly, "Hey, why don't you just leave quickly! The copper buttons from the Investigation Bureau will be here soon!"

"Uncle, you are still so timid! It's the Investigation Bureau. The worst that can happen is that you turn yourself in!" Ashu said with a smile.

"It would be terrible if you were reunited with your uncle and the police arrested you. At most I'll go to jail for a few days in your place!" Another young man laughed at the side.

"Hey, you want to compete with me for something like this?" Ashu turned his head and cursed with a smile.

Who doesn't know that serving time in jail is the fastest way to get promoted? Is that serving time in jail? That's further education!
There is no place to squat in San Francisco!

Judging from the situation in Chicago, even if he stayed there, he wouldn't be able to stay there for more than a few days. He might even catch Wei Ge's eye.

Otherwise, if I just rely on doing the work, when will Brother Wei remember my name?
The laundry shop owner looked at the nonchalant expressions on the faces of those people and thought that they were simply crazy.

How come my wife's nephew has become like this in just a few years?

The people in the laundry heard the sound and came over to see. Soon, a woman in her forties or fifties, dressed simply, pulled Ashu with surprise and looked him up and down.

"Why did you come here?"

"I came with our boss! I came to see you guys! I heard you guys said you're living well here..." As Shu looked around the laundry shop,
"As long as you pay the protection fee, you won't be bullied. Those foreigners also need people to wash their clothes, and there's a lot of money to be made here..." Ashu's aunt said, "How about you, are you safe along the way?"

"Of course it's safe! Who would dare to cause trouble to us?" Ashu said with a smile.

"Ashu's tone of voice is different now. Are you following the foreigners?" A young man patted Ashu's arm and said with a smile.

"What do you mean by helping the foreigners? It's the foreigners who help us! We are following Brother Wei!" said another young man with some disdain.

Aunt Ashu and her family looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Yes, your impression of San Francisco is still stuck in the past. Now in San Francisco, Brother Wei is the boss! When those foreigners see Brother Wei, they have to respectfully call him Mr. Chen. Now the status of Chinese people is also rising! No one dares to bully them when they go out!" Ashu explained.

"We came here with Brother Wei this time!"

Ah Shu's aunt suddenly realized it. She turned around and saw her husband standing beside her with a worried look on his face. She couldn't help but ask, "It's a good thing that Ah Shu is here. Why are you looking so sad?"

"They just killed someone! Even if you don't consider yourself, you have to consider your boss!" Ashu's uncle couldn't help but say.

"What? Murder?" Ashu's aunt and cousin were both shocked. They looked outside the door and saw several corpses on the ground in the distance and someone looking in the distance.

Only then did I realize that the gunshots just now were caused by them.

"That's because you didn't see Brother Wei! Don't worry, it's just a small matter!" Ashu and others laughed.

If anyone dares to spit at Brother Wei's carriage, it won't just be a matter of a few deaths.

These people must have been hanged under the street lights, which made their deaths more vivid.

Seeing their attitude, Ashu's aunt, cousin, and other people in the laundry shop were a little confused about the situation.

Ashu talked to them for a few more sentences before they figured out the situation.

Ashu and his friends came here with Mr. Chen to do business. There were not just a few of them, but more than 400 people.

Only then did they realize that the "Mr. Chen" mentioned by Ashu and others was not the kind of Chinese businessman they had imagined.

Bringing hundreds of people from San Francisco to Chicago is indeed not something that ordinary people can do.

As for the situation of Chinese people in Chicago, it is just as Ashu and others have seen.

There are 48 people in total, and they opened 11 laundries in the communities with the largest number of workers.

Apart from paying protection fees, you won't encounter too much trouble.

"We came here this time, not only to see you, but also for one more thing. Do the Chinese here cook delicious food?" Ashu asked again.

When Ashu said the first half of the sentence, his uncle's heart skipped a beat. He was most afraid that Ashu would ask them for help with something.

If it was the Ashu of the past, it would be nothing more than borrowing some money or something, which would be fine.

But if the young man in front of him wanted to help, it would definitely not be that easy.

However, when he heard the second half of the sentence, he was stunned, and the others were also a little surprised.

"Brother Wei can't get used to the food of the foreigners, so I came here to ask if anyone can cook delicious food and cook for Brother Wei for a few days. Don't worry, the money will definitely not be small, and if I become familiar with Brother Wei, it means I have accumulated merits in my previous life, and I can walk sideways in Chicago in the future!"

"Didn't the youngest son of the Huang family work as a kitchen helper in Huixianlou before?" said Ashu's cousin.

"A kitchen helper is a kitchen helper, and the chef is the chef! And if he was really good at what he did, he would have opened a restaurant long ago. Why would he help out in a laundry?" Ashu's uncle glared at the other person.

Let’s not talk about whether the cooking skills of the youngest son of the Huang family can impress others. Judging from the looks of Ashu and the others, Mr. Chen is probably not a good person either.

Is it a good thing to cook for that kind of person?

"Is there such a thing? Why don't we let him cook a few dishes and we'll know!" Ashu was immediately delighted.

The best restaurants in Chinatown are Dingshilou and Huixianlou.

While everyone was talking, Copper Button from the Investigation Bureau finally arrived on horseback.

Seeing the people from the Investigation Bureau coming, Ashu's uncle, aunt and their family became worried again.

"The people from the Investigation Bureau are as slow as ever! Every time they come they can only clean up the mess!" said a young man with a smile.

Several people from the Investigation Bureau took a look at the scene and saw someone pointing towards the laundry shop. They immediately pulled out their guns and walked towards this side.

"I'm going to turn myself in!" The two young men walked straight out. Judging from their expressions, they didn't look like they were going to turn themselves in, but rather like they were going to choose a concubine.

The few copper buttons who were originally aggressive froze when they saw two Chinese young men in gentleman's suits and soft hats walking out of the laundry.

The gun in his hand also dropped.

Although these brass buttons were in charge of the poor neighborhoods in the southern district, they were not isolated from the news. "Gentlemen... we just came to ask what happened here!" The brass buttons smiled.

"I killed the man!" A young man smiled, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to a few copper buttons.

"We two will go with you!"

"Did those scum attack you? They deserve it. Gentlemen like you have the right to defend yourself when attacked!" A copper button racked his brains to find an excuse for them.

The two young men looked at each other, their eyes conveying the message.

How to do?
Are you still coming in?
You ask me, who should I ask? I also want to ask you what to do!

Who would have thought that the police in Chicago would be so aware of the current situation!
It's only been a few days, and you've become so cowardly?

They're even worse than the police in San Francisco!

"I fired the first shot! The two of us will go with you!" said a young man with determination.

"No, no, we will take care of this matter!"

"Damn, can't you hear me? We were the ones who killed that person! Take us back!" The two Chinese youths were also angry. Is it so difficult for them to make progress?
"No, no, no. It would be a good thing for this city if those dregs of society died!" Several Copper Buttons shook their heads.

In the laundry, Ashu's uncle and aunt's family heard the noise outside and looked at each other in shock.

But they could see one thing.

These copper buttons seem to be very afraid of Ashu and his friends, or rather, they seem to be afraid of the boss behind them!

But why do these friends of Ashu want to be arrested so much?

This made them unable to understand.

……

"Brother Wei, they found a cook. He used to be a kitchen helper in Huixianlou and learned some skills from him. I wonder how he does!" A Long walked over and sat down next to Chen Zhengwei.

“Let him cook a few dishes and we’ll know!” Chen Zhengwei was somewhat looking forward to it.

Ashu and his companions returned safely, but they were not caught, which disappointed them.

In the evening, Chen Zhengwei finally had a taste of Cantonese cuisine. The taste was so-so, after all, he was just a kitchen helper who had learned a few tricks.

But here, something to eat is better than nothing.

"Let them stay here first! Send a telegram to ask San Francisco to arrange a cook to come over!" Chen Zhengwei said while eating.

He estimated that he would have to stay here for a while.

……

A two-story building in a detached courtyard in Chicago.

Republican candidate Joseph Medel sat on the sofa with a solemn expression. His heart was in turmoil and he didn't even notice that the cigarette butt was about to burn his fingers.

It was not until he felt the burning pain in his fingers that he reflexively threw away the cigarette butt, picked it up from the carpet and put it in the ashtray.

"Is the news accurate?"

"The news is accurate. It was found by our reporters. What happened that night was done by the Chinese! They killed two hundred FBI officers and detectives from the Pinkerton Detective Agency!" The person who was speaking was the editor-in-chief of the Chicago Tribune.

"Investigation Director Eberst was frightened and surrendered to him completely! Then they arrested a large number of gang members last night. It was obvious that they wanted to pin the blame on those gang members."

"I heard that you also offended him..." the editor-in-chief of the Chicago Tribune said worriedly.

With the incident with George Jones, the owner of the New York Times, and the bloody massacre two days ago, everyone knew how brutal that Chinese man was.

At the cocktail party that day, Chen Zhengwei took the initiative to show his goodwill to Joseph Medel, but Joseph Medel did not give him a good look and rejected his kindness in a firm tone.

This matter also spread.

That Chinese guy will most likely take revenge!
Or revenge will definitely happen!

"How did they do it? How could they kill so many people?" Joseph Medel asked a key question.

"It's a new type of firearm. It's very powerful and has a very fast firing rate! The details are unclear, but it's definitely much more powerful than ordinary firearms!"

"If something happens to me...you spread the news!" said Joseph Medel.

After saying this, he fell into deep thought on the sofa.

How to deal with that Chinese man.

He now somewhat regretted that he should not have rejected the other party so harshly just because he was angry.

But it's too late to regret now. He can't apologize to Chen Zhengwei or bow his head.

He would rather die than bow to that butcher!
After thinking for a moment, he had an idea in his mind. The Chicago Bureau of Investigation was completely unreliable now and he could not count on them.

Even if the Ministry of Justice wants to investigate and arrest him, it will not be an easy task.

However, the US military or some other department may be interested in the new type of firearms in Chen Zhengwei's hands.

A yellow man, holding a powerful firearm...

Someone will definitely be interested.

So I need to find someone who can get in touch with the military, which will take some time...

In addition, I have to find a way to intimidate him and make him afraid to act rashly!

……

The next day, Joseph Medel gave a speech in the park with hundreds of people listening.

At the end of his speech, Joseph Medel coughed and then said, "Because some of my ideas have offended some people and made some people very unhappy!"

"They want me to shut up all the time. They might attack me! Just like George Jones who was attacked and killed a few days ago!"

"But I want to say that I will not succumb to power and violence! That is a regression of democracy and a shame for this country!"

"I have made arrangements. If something happens to me, someone will make some of the things I know public."

"By then, there will be a major earthquake throughout Chicago!"

Joseph paused here, and the audience around him was in an uproar, with shocked expressions on their faces.

What could have caused a Republican candidate, a wealthy man, to say such things in public?

Has he received death threats?

What exactly were those things he was talking about?
Joseph pointed forward! That was the location of the hotel where Chen Zhengwei was staying.

"And someone...will regret what he did!"

(End of this chapter)